Psalms 123

1 A song of degrees. I lift vp mine eyes to thee, that dwellest in the heauens.

Nyimbo yoyimba pokwera ku Yerusalemu. Ndikweza maso anga kwa Inu, kwa Inu amene mumakhala kumwamba.

2 Behold, as the eyes of seruants looke vnto the hand of their masters, and as the eyes of a mayden vnto the hand of her mistres: so our eyes waite vpon the Lord our God vntil he haue mercie vpon vs.

Taonani, monga momwe maso a akapolo amayangʼana mʼdzanja la mbuye wawo, monga momwenso maso a mdzakazi amayangʼana mʼdzanja la dona wake, choncho maso athu ali kwa Yehova Mulungu wathu, mpaka atichitire chifundo.

3 Haue mercie vpon vs, O Lord, haue mercie vpon vs: for we haue suffered too much contempt.

Mutichitire chifundo, Inu Yehova mutichitire chifundo, pakuti tapirira chitonzo chachikulu.

4 Our soule is filled too full of ye mocking of the wealthy, and of the despitefulnes of the proude.

Ife tapirira mnyozo wambiri kuchokera kwa anthu odzikuza, chitonzo chachikulu kuchokera kwa anthu onyada.